Rant After waiting 49.5 weeks my week of fishing in the Sea of Cortez has been cancelled because they can't get sailing permits, evidently the owner of the boat had been paying off the port captain to give him temporary permits but said port capt in under indictment for the death of 8 people who died in another boat sinking he had given temporary permits to. Rave booked a trip to vegas with my wife with accrued amex points and miles for when I was supposed to be fishing and have a make up trip planned to Cabo in July Rant Mexican bureaucracy RaveHappy wife
Rant: That awkward moment when you find out your roommates are getting a divorce... Rave: At least they are not fucking me over with this and intend it to be somewhat well executed. Rant: Getting the popcorn, this is going to be good.
Rave: Got a job after 3 months unemployment. AND I didn't have to settle! Rant-ish: I might miss waking up without an alarm and having free time. #firstworldproblems Rant: Dog got loose tonight. I went out to bring her in and her leash was completely missing from the stake. I thought someone stole her. She's pitch black so I have no clue where I would have started looking. Rave: She heard me calling her name and strolled back into the yard like nothing happened. I still have no idea how she got loose.
Rave: Great party. Fuckers got me a plaque that had a miniature NCO sword stuck in a ceiling tile to commemorate my disastrous meritorious board (Didn't know shit about sword manual, and when told to do present sword, I pulled a Lion-O and stabbed it through the ceiling). It was hilarious. I drank about a gallon of beer, and people kept buying me shots Rant: I got up in the middle of the night and pissed all over the nightstand. The girlfriend is unhappy with me. Rant: I have a massive hangover. Rant: Today, I had to help my girlfriend's dad change his brake pads. It's 110 degrees out. He has a duallie. Heavy tires, lots of bolts. Rant: I puked everywhere multiple times. He thought it was hilarious and told me it brought back memories of his younger days. Rant: I feel like absolute shit.
Dear Body, Please cease the violent diarrhea. I have to be to work in 20 minutes. Love, Butthole de wildered
RAVE/FUCK ME - The wife is pregnant, 40 bucks worth of sticks say so anyway. RANT: I really want a cigarette right now and I haven't had one in over 2 years. I'll have to settle for getting smashed on Coors Light and maybe a shot or two of 'Shine.
Coaching rant - If you're gonna coach - coach anything, regardless of sport... You're a teacher. You're a mentor. You're a guide. Your job is to teach your athletes to play the game and to play it within the rules of the game. Your job isn't to teach and say "it's okay to break the rules a little bit, just don't do it flagrantly." ESPECIALLY IN KIDS SPORTS. Don't teach them to 'bend the rules'. Don't teach them that barely breaking the rules is okay. Teach them to play the game - whatever the game - the way it's meant to be played. Teach them to play the game with integrity and discipline or get out of the position. Parenting rant - My kid's team had a cookout last night. One of the mothers brought her little girl there - mayyyyybe 3 years old. Barely potty trained. This child - poured "shots" of water. She did the splits and tweaked and hollered "TWERK TEAMMMM!" while throwing peace signs. She poured water all over herself and shook it - Jennifer Beals style. And several adults encouraged it. They laughed it up. One said "get out the pole!! We gon' make it rain!!" I did my best not judgy face but it was hard. Especially after the mother started talking about her son - at 14 - just not coming home at night.
Rave: Promotion at work! Rant: Hose under the sink exploded while I was walking past it. Spent all day yesterday dealing with it. At least now I know how to replace faucets and hoses and shit.
Rave: I'm a front runner for an editing position working for a certain mainstream sports league's website. I crushed an interview last week and go in Tuesday to take an editing test and test my knowledge of the sport of focus. If I got this job it would pay me more money than I've ever made in my life by a lot and would be my foot in the door for more jobs of this prestige in the future. Plus I am certain I would bust my ass beyond what is expected of me and would do a bang up job. rant: I've worked really hard to get to a position where I make a livable income and have the freedom to basically cover what I want. Boxing and live music are my number one and two passions and I've been able to cover both in excess this year. If I get this job I would have to dial back my coverage of both those things but could still freelance on the side. I'd have to drop my gig covering the Oakland A's for a NorCal newspaper as I wouldn't be able to make trips to the Bay or lengthy homestands. That's a bummer because I genuinely believe they have a chance to win it all and who wouldn't want to be in the press box for that? I'd also have to move from Vegas to LA. I LOVE Vegas and love LA for it's live music scene but the people there are not always my type of people. Vegas has been a blast and it would be hard to leave. Turned 26 last month and this is a major crossroads in my life and i know this decision could have a major impact on how the rest of it plays out. Intense to ponder for me.
RAVE: Spent the weekend in Toronto for a bachelor party. Holy hell, I'm on a self-imposed ban of Canada-related jokes for at least 6 months. What a city, I fucking loved it, and the people were even better. Sure it would have been different if it was December or January, but what I saw, I couldn't say enough. RANT: The itinerary for said bachelor party was pretty fucking lame and we missed out on alot of awesome stuff we could have done. The bachelor and co-best men also got a bit too tipsy in the afternoon and cashed out after dinner on the first night, home by 10...AT YOUR OWN FUCKING BACHELOR PARTY. A chunk of us stayed out, but still.
Rave: So we got our clinic survey scores back and they were absolutely terrible this time around. This is due to one specific doctor we have in the clinic. I will call him Dr. Fucknuts. Out of 100%, Dr. Fucknuts' scores were an average of 20% across all categories whereas the other docs had scores of 90% and 99%. Naturally, this brought us down in the 50% range. The reason why this is a rave is because Dr. Fucknuts is now being transferred or fired in the near future. No one likes him. The hospital next door where he admits patients hates him. The high school athletic trainers where we get a huge chunk of our patients from hate him. They don't let him back to see the kids at school anymore. And his patients don't like him, according to his scores. They have had enough and are now deciding what to do with him or where to place him. They have hired multiple marketing people to help build our clinic and make it strong and busy. And we have one asshole who is actively working against all the hard work and money spent courting him and catering to every single one of his arrogant needs.
Rave (kind of): Just barely starting to feel human again. I haven't been this sick since I had malaria years ago. For the first time, I had to phone in sick at work. And not once, but TWICE. I went to the hospital and my fever was 104*F. Alas, if only the wait times hadn't been measured in the DAYS (no joke), I maybe would have been able to stay and see a doctor. My doctor diagnosed both pneumonia AND mono, because apparently I am both elderly and 13 years old. It's still kicking my ass; I have a day where I can be up and mobile, then the next day I sleep for 18 hours. Ugh. Rant: The newest dog is the sweetest, most docile and loving dog on the planet. Except when it comes to guarding a fresh bone from other dogs. Then he's a vicious shit who needs to be submitted. I have a canine behaviourist coming to my house next week, since it is both location specific and outside my area of expertise. The easy part will be breaking him of the habit. The hard part will be teaching my other two to trust him again. I really like the new guy, but when he starts to make my Abraham afraid he's on thin fucking ice.
Re: Rant & Rave Thread Rant: Lost my car keys. No spare because I'm an idiot who kept putting it off. I have to get it towed to the dealer because it's a chipped key. It's going to be expensive.
Rave: Brand new Truck! 2014 Dodge Ram Crew Cab Sport Edition. Rant: Buying a new vehicle might be one of the worst experiences ever. I hate the whole process. I think the business is full of the dirtiest, double speaking, bottom feeding people on the planet. Rave?: I think I got a decent price, but I can't really tell. The dealership would have me believe that I took a sledge hammer to the key box and stole it off the lot. Rave: Watching my wife chew out the business manager after we signed by telling him that she thought this was a terrible experience (this was her first time buying a new vehicle), and that a lack of clear communication on their part lead to more issues than was necessary.
Rant My dad had a heart attack about a couple of weeks ago. He's fine now and decently on the road to recovery. But still, a bigger dose of adulthood than I was expecting. Rave Had a blast at my best friend's bachelor party at the Indy 500. Good solid group of guys drinking, partying and causing mischief over an amazing weekend. If a non car fan like myself can enjoy themselves, I think just about anyone can. Rant Well spent the weekend saying goodbye to my oldest sister and her family as they move to Phoenix. It's not really been the best situation as it all basically spawned from her husband up and moving there and essentially saying "Well move here with the kids or don't. Don't really care." They seem to have mended things pretty well, but I'm just not overly optimistic. I truly am hoping for the best for their time out there. Whatever issues they have, I truly they have or are well on the road to ironing them out. Cautiously optimistic rave Had an amazing date with a cute nerdy gal last night. We wound up going here. Which was her suggestion. We spent the evening beating the Simpsons arcade game, talking comics, shooting some pinball and drinking fancy cocktails. I haven't been this optimistic about a girl in, well, a very, very long time. We're already getting plans together for this weekend. Wish me luck, TiBers/TiBettes.
RANT: Worked on a film shoot over the weekend, and they fed us curry chicken on Saturday. I never eat Indian food, but it was a tough 13 hour day so I ended up eating a massive plate of it for lunch and had another for dinner. I woke up Sunday ready to eat a big hearty breakfast, but instead had to settle for pissing out of my ass and sipping orange juice (which I would later throw up between takes). Sunday was an 11 hour day, during which I was able to eat a grand total of half a muffin. By the time the day was over I felt fucking awful. What's worse is my appetite started to come back a little bit, but it was 2 am when we wrapped and I didn't have any food at home... so I went to McDonald's and scarfed down two gross burgers after basically not eating in 24 hours. Today was mostly spent on the couch moaning and praying for death. I hate everything, especially India, the film industry, and McDonald's.
RANT: My contract didn't get extended. Guess I'm back on the block. Anyone looking for a researcher or analyst for anything consulting or social-science related, let me know.